Weekender: Homebody life

I tend to be a bit of a homebody, especially when I spend more weekends out of town than at my house. The days when I am in town should be filled with exploring the city and spending time with friends, but lately I’ve felt so worn out that I just want to have casual days. Like, super casual. So casual, that I have internal debates about how long it’s acceptable to keep my sweatpants on (all day) once I get out of bed.

I usually dread the Monday morning question, “what did you do this weekend?” There are only so many times I can answer with “Parks and Rec marathon at the house” before people start to worry that I don’t have a life. There are only so many times I can spend my weekend like that before I start to worry about myself. As a homebody, I run the very real risk of never leaving my apartment again if I get too comfortable. I have to buy groceries in small quantities, so I’m forced to get out every once in a while for nutrients. The crazy thing is, I love weekends like that. I’m sure the non-homebody types reading this don’t understand that last sentence, but I know some of you get it. Some of you like the alone time as much as I do. In fact, there are whole articles about it that contain laugh out loud quotes like, “I do have plans…doing absolutely nothing was in fact [my] itinerary. Lounging around lazily? Yeah, I penned that in my schedule weeks ago.”

When I’m not being a homebody, I like to go out and party all weekend with friends. Right about now I’m sure you’re wondering if I’m talking about the same sweatpant-loving-couch-surfing-introvert you just read about. Don’t even try to figure me out. Many have tried, few have succeeded.

This past weekend was packed with all kinds of fun. I got to attend a surprise 60th birthday party for a dear friend from work. I also got to try out two restaurants I hadn’t been to before with two friends I hadn’t seen in a long time.

The highlights of the meals at Crisp and Liberty Kitchen include wine, mac and cheese, bacon jam (you read that right) and more wine.

As it turns out, bacon jam is my favorite food item in the whole world, I just didn’t know it. This is one of the dishes I had at Liberty Kitchen. It’s a fried oyster on top of a chargrilled oyster, covered in the delectable bacon jam.

The only thing that made these meals better, and made me remember why it is a good thing to leave the house sometimes, was the great company I was in. A last minute house guest from Tyler brought with her many memories of a time when my life was so different. I had such a great time reminiscing about the ‘good old days’ – and I was home in bed by ten. You can’t ask for a better night out.

Comments

I love this! It must run in the family! If you are wondering, I am very comfortable right now: sweatpants AND sweatshirt, tv shows, and a quickly approaching bedtime. This is how I celebrate my first week of work!!

Bacon Jam is my jam, too! I know for a fact that if you get super drunk and beg to speak to the head chef, he will let you buy a large container to-go and waive the 24 hour notice requirement. It will probably cost you twice as much (no recollection of how much I paid), and you will gain AT LEAST 10 pounds, but it can be done!